Silence is of different kinds, and breathes different meanings.
Charlotte Brontë, Villette
Below are photos from my favorite San Miguel thorofare. It’s not open to cars and I seem to be the only gringa who uses it. It’s quiet, shaded, and tranquilo. One day I walked through, camera in hand, and the older woman who sweeps the sidewalk demanded a propina, a tip, but I hadn’t intended to take her photo and didn’t and didn’t give her the propina.
Note the consideration that one of the graffitists exhibited by overpainting the cleaned-up area with the same size lettering that he or she had used previously and did not mar a new area.
The barely readable text in one photo is the standard cantina greeting: “Prohibited from entering: women, those in uniform, and those of minor age.”